And there was a time -- specifically, last week -- when I never thought I'd join the Twittering masses.

Well, guess what.

Last week my editor suggested we T-P entertainment writers set up Twitter accounts. Just for fun, she said.

Yeah. "Fun." If by "fun" you mean "one more online time suck." As it turns out, it's not entirely without its charm.

Tweet me.

For the ininitiated, Twitter is the online cousin of the Facebook status line, whereby you get 140 characters to say whatever it is that you're doing at that point in time. Anybody can start a Twitter feed, and anybody can follow yours -- either via the Twitter site, or via cell phone.

I know, I know. I had trouble wrapping my head around it too. It all sounds so cutesy, so small. Why should I care that StanInMemphis is astounded by the size of his electric bill? Why should I know anything about StanInMemphis, for that matter?